Spring has passed and autumn has come; another year has gone by, and the war between the Spirit Hall Empire and the Alliance continues.
The two sides were deadlocked, and the battle had turned into a protracted tug-of-war. In this war, countless Life were taken and countless families were destroyed.
Although the Spirit Hall Empire was caught in the crossfire of two major empires, its combat strength at the Soul Saint level and above far surpassed that of the two empires and the Clear Sky Sect.
The battle remained fierce, with both sides continuously deploying large numbers of troops, but neither could gain a clear advantage. On the Spirit Hall Empire's side, Bibi Dong, stationed in the Papal Palace, continuously dispatched experts of Soul Saint and above to the front lines, giving the Spirit Hall Empire's army a significant strength advantage. While the allied forces of the two empires also had many Soul Saint, they were still somewhat outmatched by the Spirit Hall Empire.
However, the two empires had the advantage of having far more troops than the Spirit Hall Empire.
The war turned into a protracted tug-of-war, which also created a delicate balance.
However, this balance was broken one day.
In the cold winter, snowflakes fluttered down, highlighting the cruelty of war. Yet, on the battlefield between the Spirit Hall Empire and the Alliance, a mysterious figure appeared. He wore a black cloak embroidered with mysterious golden symbols. His eyes were deep, seemingly able to see into people's hearts; his steps were light, like the drifting wind. Bibi Dong sensed something amiss in the Papal Palace; a flicker of wariness crossed her eyes. She sensed that the mysterious figure moving through the battlefield, as if searching for something.
"I never imagined that in just two years I'd been gone, the Douluo Continent would have completely changed."
He went directly to the center of the battlefield, looked at the scene of devastation before him, and sighed softly.
He slowly began to speak, "How about we temporarily halt the war?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it traveled clearly to everyone's ears.
At that moment, the swirling snowflakes seemed to freeze in the air. Bibi Dong, the allied forces, and even all the Soul Master held their breath, as if listening to the will of a god. The mysterious man's gaze slowly swept across everyone's faces, and then he smiled softly. His laughter was gentle, yet full of power. He slowly raised his hand, and the black cloak embroidered with golden symbols fluttered at his fingertips, like the last rays of the setting sun in a winter night. Everyone on the battlefield felt an intense fear, as if they were shrouded in a huge shadow. All sounds, all movements, froze in that instant.
" Soul Ferry to the Other Shore, reincarnations repeat, Jun Yi is here, I send you into the River of Oblivion."
The mysterious figure's voice echoed in everyone's ears, as if reciting some ancient incantation. He walked slowly across the battlefield, his black cloak unfurling behind him like enormous wings, blotting out the sky.
A shocking scene unfolded. The black cloak gradually expanded above his fingertips, like a black, bottomless Abyss, swallowing all the Guangming.
Then, the black cloak began to move. Like a giant ghost, it drifted across the battlefield, passing over every tent, every city, and every river.
Everyone looked at the mysterious figure, their eyes flashing with wariness and doubt. They felt a powerful pressure emanating from him, as if it were trying to pull their very souls out of their bodies.
A series of mournful cries echoed across the battlefield, as if from the souls of the fallen warriors. Countless rays of light surged from the ground, shooting into the cloak. At that moment...
All the wars, all the conflicts, all the rights and wrongs, seemed to be swallowed by a black Abyss. It was an irresistible force, instilling fear in everyone. Then, a faint light appeared at the edge of the black cloak. It was a golden light, warm and dazzling, like sunlight in a winter night, piercing through thick clouds and shining on the earth. The light flowed along the edge of the black cloak, then shot out from within, landing on the battlefield. In that instant, all sound vanished. The once raging battlefield suddenly became eerily quiet. "Gentlemen, I have performed the rituals for the dead. Could we cease fighting for a while, allowing these dead to rest in peace?"
His voice reached everyone's ears again, and this time, everyone stopped what they were doing and evacuated without prior agreement.
At the front lines of the Heaven Dou Empire, Tang Hao and his men in the tent all showed expressions of terror upon hearing Jun Yi's voice.
They could naturally sense that powerful force, and they now suspected that Jun Yi had become a god. "It's him, he's back," Tang Hao murmured, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"So, Brother Yi's departure without saying goodbye was also to embark on the path to godhood." A hint of joy appeared on Xue Qinghe's face.
"Your Majesty Qinghe, now that Jun Yi has returned, whose side will he ultimately stand on?" Tang Xiao was somewhat worried, after all, he had heard Tang Hao mention the feud between Jun Yi and him.
"You can all rest assured, even if Brother Yi won't help us, he won't at least not interfere, after all, he's my brother," Xue Qinghe reassured him.
"I hope so. I wonder how far things have progressed with the Xiao San. I hope she'll come back soon."
Tang Hao's expression was solemn as he gazed at the distant sky...
At the Star Luo Empire front, Ning Fengzhi, Dai Mubai, and the others naturally heard Jun Yi's voice. A look of fear appeared on Dai Mubai's face. He hurriedly found Ning Fengzhi and began to discuss the matter with him.
"My strategist, you heard Jun Yi's voice too, didn't you?"
Dai Mubai said to Ning Fengzhi that over the past year, Ning Fengzhi had provided advice and strategies for Dai Mubai, and the Xingluo front had not suffered any major losses. Therefore, Dai Mubai simply made Ning Fengzhi his strategist, bestowed upon him a military token, and granted him the ability to command troops.
"Your Majesty, please don't panic," Ning Fengzhi said. "That was indeed Jun Yi's voice. It seems that he, like Xiao San, has embarked on the path to godhood. It appears that he has already become a god."
Dai Mubai's expression grew even more panicked. At this point, he had come to regard Ning Fengzhi as his pillar of support. "Then what should we do?"
"Although Jun Yi is my enemy, he is also Qinghe's younger brother. Perhaps it is for this reason that he has been hesitant to attack me. However, he probably won't actively participate in the war, at least he won't help the Spirit Hall. After all, since the war started, the Xuejun Pavilion hasn't made a move at all."
Ning Fengzhi spoke slowly and deliberately, explaining his analysis in detail. After a moment of contemplation, he made a decision immediately.
"Your Majesty, how about this? Let's take a temporary truce while I go to the Alliance headquarters to discuss countermeasures with everyone. What do you think?"
"Alright, strategist, go and return quickly."
(End of this chapter)